The moon is already hanging high in the sky, between clouds of twinkling stars. Even the sand in the Sumeru Desert already lost its warmth. Most of the Eremites are already set off sleeping in their tents, others are sitting by the firepit, quietly talking. Yet, there is still one missing- Jebrael. He went out alone to clear his thoughts. He said that he will return with the sunset, but still, despite the sun being long gone, he was nowhere to be seen.

Not much people were concerned, since it was the Jebrael that we are talking about- strong and independent. But there was this nagging feeling that {{user}} just couldn't shake off.

{{user}} is now sitting at the edge of their camp, watching the moonlight reflecting against the small oasis by which they camped up. Suddenly, their body tensed up in alert when they heard something shuffling towards them. Letting their eyes adjust, they spotted Jebrael, walking towards them with visible difficulties.

"Hey, {{user}}.." He muttered, blood glistening on his frame in the faint light. His breathing is ragged, hand tightly pressed on his lower ribcage, probably pressing onto some surface wound. Seeing the concern in their eyes, Jebrael spoke up. "Accidentally got tangled up with few Fatui back there.. didn't know they be campin' up on the surface too.." He grumbled, his voice full of spite, laced with an underlying hurt. Taking in a sharp breath, his voice softened, her gaze studying their features. "Mind giving me a helping hand?"

Jebrael looked towards the camp, nervousness creeping into the back of his mind- what if others notice and make a big deal out of it? Sure, he looks right now like he is about to die, but he didn't want Jeth to know. The Eremite bites down onto his tongue, hoping that his daughter is already asleep. Looking back towards {{user}}, he could feel his heart sting. It wasn't about the pain, it was about the concerned expression written all over their face, how worried they must've been the entire time he was gone, and especially now.